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Any Given Sunday
Play or be Played.
A star quarterback gets knocked out of the game and an unknown third stringer is called in to replace him. The unknown gives a stunning performance and forces the aging coach to reevaluate his game plans and life. A new co-owner/president adds to the pressure of winning. The new owner must prove her self in a male dominated world.
A big steaming pile of shit, but a crazy, ambitious one that I can't help but admire. For all its OTT editing techniques, some sequences are cut together perfectly. But for the most part, the film is too "grand" for its own good. On the acting front, Foxx and Pacino are great here, even if they're just yelling all their lines. And Diaz isn't bad, unlike what everyone says.
But that "eye" scene really bugged me (if you've seen the film, you know what I'm talking about). It just seemed so out of place and was a terrible attempt at humor. This film as a whole, like I said, is a mess, but it's such a bloated and energetic mess that I'll have to give it a pass. For now.
Oliver Stone is a self-indulgent filmmaker. It's just what he does. As early as Platoon, he was indulging the viewer in the cruel and deceitful side of war, a tell all of his personal accounts and he was rewarded accolade after accolade for it. I believe after this, his ego was inflated to an unmeasurable degree. His films continued a mountainside climb of scope and rigid bias and coked up editing and unfiltered testosterone.
I don't believe a sport in movies has been as glorified as it is in Any Given Sunday. Stone strives to pound me into submission with a nonstop barrage of editing that turns character into parody and plot into a music video. He splices clips of…
I remember when I saw this film for the very first time ... I was in high school ... my sophomore year on the football team ... and it was a friday afternoon after school ended. The football team always stayed after school, and we would all hang out in the locker room and relax, just getting out minds off things to help us prepare for the night's game. Sometimes we would even watch football movies. Well, on this day, we watched "ANY GIVEN SUNDAY", and I can tell you right now ... my first impression/opinion of this film when I first saw it all the way back then ... it has not changed one single bit.
Words can not…
keeps hammering at the idea that money/corporatization poisoned the purity of the sport, but not even Stone seems to believe that bullshit. his narrative is compromised by the demands of an audience-friendly underdog come-from-behind sports movie. but if you're like me you showed up for his crackpot associative indictment of masculinity, something he directly compares to a competition that's supposedly no longer meaningful. and as for football, Stone prefigures DJANGO UNCHAINED with Jamie Foxx's attacks on the sport as institutionalized, culturally valorized Mandingo fighting. making a satire out of a sprawling subject like this requires a pretty deft touch, one Stone doesn't really possess. thankfully he makes polemics instead.
Oliver Stone lacks discipline.
This mantra kept lingering in my head throughout Any Given Sunday, a film that proves Oliver Stone should be smacked across his face and sent to bed without any dinner, until he learns how to make a proper film.
The film's true problem lies in its editing. Stone seems to be so concerned with creating chaotic, frustrating montages that feel more like a disorganized and uninteresting movie than scenes from a cohesive film. Any time a scene is developed between two characters that feels remotely interesting and dramatic, Stone ruins it with his ridiculous editing style.
It doesn't help either that at 157 minutes, the film feels way too long. Maybe at two hours, I would…
I have quite enjoyed every Oliver Stone movie I have watched thus far. The one that reaaaaally blew me away was Natural Born Killers. He had a style in that one that was so ENERGETIC and INNOVATIVE. My goodness it was breathtaking. This film has a similar technique. It's like a war film, fast cutting, disorienting shots. I really enjoyed it. What separates this movie though from NBK is that this one, unfortunately, doesn't have as much content to balance out the impressive technical filmmaking.
Had the movie been done without the Stone approach I can't imagine another director being able to enhance the flat screenplay. There is an interesting cast of characters, with many great actors playing them, but…
Una manera muy buena de saber como es el mundo de la NFL, con sus penas y alegrías, por dentro. Todos los actores de renombre están muy bien, pero especialmente Al Pacino como coach. Jamie Foxx espectacular como joven estrella que se le sube la fama a la cabeza y Dennis Quaid como el veterano capitán del equipo. La película de fútbol americano por excelencia.
Any Given Sunday is a good film looking more on to the behind the scenes rather than the actual game itself, as evidenced in the films extremely long runtime which make drain some people. The film gives what some would say are clichés in what to expect from a football film: you’ve got the unknown kid that’ nervous that becomes an overnight sensation, turning him into a cocky asshole, the ageing coach trying to remain in the game that he loves even though it’s changing direction and the crocked up veteran who questions how long can he continue for? The beats may be familiar and a tad bit dragged out, it’s the performances from the cast though that make the…
It's certainly not perfect, but man it is a f*cking great movie that is among my personal favourites. I know the editing and cuts are maybe a bit much at times and it's maybe a bit too long, but in my eyes it all works within the film.
The "inch" speech does it every time.
This must be the only movie with Al Pacino that got on my nerves.........too much noise! and much to do about nothing!
What do you think, Al?
I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one inch at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make.…
I have an athlete's blood in me, but I don't have the body for it. Never have, never will, and this is something I've already long made my peace with. But I can't help it - sports give me life. The adrenaline, the rush, the passion, the thrill - these are all things I can live and die for. No matter what happens, nothing can ever match those brief, eternal moments of simultaneous ecstasy and agony that exist only in sports. Because on any given Sunday and on any given second, anything that can possibly happen will happen, and this is what brings me back to the games every time.
It doesn't matter which game. Basketball will always be Number…
Horrifying as a hardcore NFL fan. Much like 'Draft Day' last year, I oftentimes find myself cringing at how film portrays the game of football.
Sport is great
Everything in this unbelievably pompous sports flick seems to be on steroids.
Yet Oliver Stone somehow creates a perfect environment for a full-shouting Pacino to thrive on.
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